The following story was submitted in our recent Sensual Story Writing contest
“Sensual Stories to Turn On To”
For your reading pleasure, we present the Grand Prize Winning Entry:
Out of the blue…
He sent a Facebook Message: “I’ve been thinking about you, Karen.”
The sensation was immediate, felt throughout my body, especially at my core.
An intense, warm, reverberating glow.
I saw light move through the broken pieces of me, yellow-white, and moving like lava.
I was paralyzed with pleasure. At my desk at work.
I felt gratitude for his attention, this powerful acknowledgment of me.
In this sea of slights, a beloved man’s attention.
He’s a man trained to notice women. He lives surrounded by sensually powerful women.
I felt singled out for pleasure, deliberately. From 400 miles away.
I told him the truth, that I had been thinking about him, too.
What better way to return the favor but to tell him exactly what I had been thinking about him.
Acknowledge a man’s attention with truth.
For months I’d been drawn into his view of the world in this one unique place he visits.
Shapes of things I don’t know the names of. Colors and hues, different every day.
Lights glowing on the water. His photographs capturing aura, and sensation.
I told him how much those views meant to me.
I told him I had been wondering what it would be like to go to the Opera with him.
I told him I was jealous of the woman he took to the ballet.
I told him I had thought about him giving me a full body hug, being wrapped in his arms.
I told him that I had thought about fucking him in slow motion.
More frames rolled through.
I thought about a bath he prepared for me long ago.
At the time I felt the same stunned surprise of it.
No man had ever gifted me that. Candles flickering around the tub in the dark.
Rose petals floating in the steaming water. The scent of vanilla.
The feel of his terry cloth robe on my body. The sound of bluesy jazz. Feeling beloved.
I fantasized about being in a course with him, sitting next to him, holding my hand,
gazing down at me, connecting.
I did myself in the afternoon, stroking my clit, thinking about kneeling in front of him, my face
pressed to his crotch, breathing in his scent, feeling the fabric of his jeans on my face, feeling
his cock engorge, pulling his belt out of his buckle, hearing the buckle come loose, feeling the
leather of his belt, thinking about him cracking his belt across my ass, feeling his cock engorge
in my mouth, tasting his first fluid, feeling his hard, velvety cock in my hands, stroking and
having him come out there in the open so that I could watch it happen.